Lullaby for Stomp the Cat

Rest! Drool with pleasure in my arms,
Phenomenon of lethal charms.

I see you fluffy, ten weeks old.
You smirk. We’re too surprised to scold.
The kitchen floor is purple-black:
You’ve worked a bottle from the rack.
A click of claw—the heater’s on.
A flick of paw—the dog is gone.
But these, we learned, were minor stunts,
For soon—ah!—you began to hunt.